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"Starving," House said, voice low, almost a rumble. "It's been a long time since someone's wanted me. I forgot what it felt like." He slid a hand into Fin's hair. "And you do... god knows why but you do."

It's been a long time since someone's wanted me.

Fin leaned into the touch, letting out a soft groan. Sex, sex with partners he chose, was always amazing. Always. But this? This was new, it was a stronger buzz than usual.

"I do," he said firmly. "I want you."

And House believed him, he really did. Between that and the lack of pain, he was flying.

He threw out a confession before he lost his nerve. "I've only been with men a handful of times. I recognize that I'm a know it all, but it's okay if you help me. Correct me. I'm a fast learner."

"There's no wrong way," Fin promised, running his thumb lightly over House's bottom lip, then leaning in to catch it between his teeth and give it a playful tug before letting go.

"What I do need to know is this. Do you want to fuck me, or do you want to be fucked?" he asked gently.

"I want to fuck you," House said, and kissed him again, sliding his hands down to cup Fin's ass.

Especially with his leg not hurting. Even now with women, he generally had sex flat on his back. But it occurred to him that without pain he really could fuck... which he really wanted.

"Bed?" he suggested, nodding to the room behind them.

"Bed," Fin agreed, his voice a low rumbling purr.

Getting to his feet, he stretched lazily, then smiled as he started to remove his shirt.

House was less enthusiastic about getting out of his clothes, and so he only watching Fin with a little smile on his lips, then rose and pressed his lips to his bare shoulder before taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom.

His lip was still there but less severe without the pain, even though he didn't use the cane to cross the apartment.

Fin followed, and the moment they were in the bedroom he was pressing closer, pulling at House's shirt, eager to get him bare.

"I want you," he said, wanting more than anything to make sure House knew that. "I want you, buried deep inside of me. I want to feel you."

Okay, House really could not remember the last time he'd heard someone say that like they really, really meant it.

He yanked his shift over his head, and then his fingers went to Fin's belt, pushing down his pants, his underwear. Getting them closer to the bed as clothes came off.

Fin stepped gracefully out of his clothes, then grinned as he perched himself on the edge of the bed and began to unzip House's trousers.

"Is there anything you'd like to do?" he asked, taking his time as he tugged them down. "Things you like, things you desire?"

House almost stilled Fin's hand, or warned him, or something, but he didn't quite get there. Once his pants were around his ankles, they revealed both dark gray boxer briefs restraining an erection, and the ruin that was his right thigh, a cavern of scar tissue where muscle had once been.

It distracted him from the question; he barely heard it, instead glancing away in an attempt to not see Fin's reaction.

Suddenly Fin understood why House had seemed nervous before. It was only natural to be self conscious of the things you saw as undesirable. How many times had Fin hidden the scars around his eyes? Or his damaged eyes themselves behind thick black glasses, unable to see how glassy and unfocused they were, but well aware of how bad they must have looked.

So he did the only thing he could. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the damaged skin. Soft and brief before moving to tug the other man's pants down as well.

When Fin kissed him, House winced. Partly surprise, partly thinking that it was pity. He'd made hookers recoil, after all, which he assumed was quite a feat.

But then he looked down and saw that Fin was simply pulling down his underwear now, seeming for all appearances to be entirely unbothered. And House relaxed.

His mind flitted back to the question he'd ignored, and he managed, "While... you're down there..."

"What?" Fin asked sweetly, freeing House's cock and ghosting his lips over the side of the other man's shaft.

"Say it," he purred. "Say you want me to suck your cock."

The truth was, ever since the night that Q had showed up on his doorstep, House had entertained the masturbatory occasional fantasy about the man on his knees. He and Fin were even pretty in a similar sort of way, and now House found that he really, really wanted this.

"I want you to suck my cock," he said, the barest hint of a growl sliding into his voice. It was clear he meant it.

Fin grinned, then without any more hesitation took the doctor between his lips and began to suck.

He was good at it, and he wasn't shy about showing off as he took him deep and held his hips tightly.

House gasped, made a sound that was kind of like "nnnnggh" and slid a hand into Fin's hair because he was afraid that if he didn't brace himself he might fall over.

Fin sucked and bobbed eagerly, his gaze flickering up to watch House's face.

... oh yes, that was good. He hesitated to claim best he'd ever had because how good was his memory really, but certainly best that he could remember. And Angelique had been pretty damn good, though there was something about knowing how much Fin enjoyed it that really put it over the top.

His lips parted, eyes closed, expression blissed out, fingers tightening a little in his hair.

Fin knew what House wanted though, and he pulled away, making sure this lasted.

Licking the taste from his lips, he leaned back on the bed, putting himself on display and silently coaxing House closer.

House climbed onto the bed beside him, and drew a hand lightly down Fin's chest.

Part of him wanted to take his time, but another part of him was afraid that his leg might start hurting again any second.

"You asked me what I like, but you didn't tell me what you like," he said, voice quiet. Long fingers trailed down Fin's chest, between his legs, brushing his erection.

"I like... Everything," Fin admitted, his breath hitching slightly as House touched him. "You wont believe me, but it's true. I like almost everything. What I like most though, is... Being overpowered. Being fucked hard and wanted desperately.

House felt his chest tighten at that... but then he remembered.

"It's a good thing you made my leg stop hurting then," he said softly, and wrapped his fingers very lightly around Fin's cock. "Otherwise I don't think you would have enjoyed me very much."

"Bullshit," Fin purred, groaning at the touch and rolling his hips up. "I'd have enjoyed you no matter what."

"You want me to fuck you?" House said softly, and began to stroke Fin's cock, leaning over him a little, kissing his neck, inhaling his scent.

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